Internal situation. With the help of the MLM personnel, the leader easily climbed over the wall, broke into the morgue, and stabbed the body again.

The purpose of stealing the camera was to prove that he had indeed stabbed Xiao Jing.

The leader took a picture of Xiao Jing's face with a camera, then inserted a knife into his cheek, took the picture and then pulled out the knife...

It was a folding knife with a long and slender blade, hung on a key chain, and finally inserted into Hu Yuanqing's back.

Hu Yuanqing was rushed to the hospital. Rescue efforts failed that night and she was pronounced dead at the age of 24.

At the memorial service, it started to rain heavily. More than a thousand police officers and people came to pay their respects and see them off. Some of them were old colleagues of Hu Yuanqing’s father. Hu Yuanqing’s father was also a policeman. When he was a child, other girls played with Barbie dolls and collected cartoon cards. Hu Yuanqing

Her father taught her the nunchucks, squatting horse stance, and long boxing. When she was in the fifth grade, the bad boys in the class bullied Hu Yuanqing. She ran home crying, but her father closed the door and told her that crying is nothing.

It was very embarrassing to defeat the boy and then go home. In junior high school, Hu Yuanqing began to rebel and ran away from home. She called her father and he said, I understand. Her tone was very calm, as if running away from home was a common thing.

When he was in high school, his father died. During an anti-drug operation in cooperation with the Provincial Public Security Department, Hu Yuanqing’s father died heroically to protect other police officers. Later, Hu Yuanqing also became a policeman...

The special case team bowed deeply to Hu Yuanqing's portrait. The sound of mournful music was heard, and Hualong's suppressed tears fell down.

Life is like a dream, mountains and rivers are surrendered, perhaps, death is a dream from which one cannot wake up.

Each of us has a dream, but how many of us can realize it? For some people, real life is always so cruel, forcing them to give in again and again, and then forget their dreams in their hearts. We cannot remain perfect in our ideals, love, and marriage.

I am sober, sometimes I know it is a dream but I don’t want to wake up.

The master of dream control, Alchemist, was still sleeping soundly in the carp pond. The homeless man had a smile on his face. In an Internet cafe not far from the vegetable market, a group of children played role-playing online games. In the square to the east, several old people were playing

Singing, the song was loud and clear, and it was a popular square dance song: "You are my little apple, just like the most beautiful clouds in the sky. Spring has come again and flowers are blooming all over the hillside. If you sow hope, you will reap...
Chapter completed!